Wither, my rose, wither.
Song
1. Wither my rose, wither, ; Because you are not mine, ; If you were mine, ; You would shoot a different arrow. ; ; 2. You are not a bachelor, you are not, ; You dare not kiss me. ; Maybe you think, ; I will not give it back. ; ; 3. I can give it back, ; I can kiss you. ; In a beautiful red dawn ; I will kiss you. ; ; Dr. Ernő Barsi: In the city of Győr... Additional verses in his book: ; ; Wither my rose, wither, ; Because you are not mine. ; While you were mine, ; You did not wither until then. ; ; I bow my head, ; My rose, into your lap, ; My tears flow ; Down into my blue apron. ; ; Who is the lover ; He really loves you, ; It's snowing, ; Still he visits you. ; ; I see mine ; I really love you, ; In cold, in heat ; I always look for you. ; ; My lips, my rose ; I'll put them on your lips, ; I'll write my name ; On your pretty red cheek.